There's just something soooo wrong about seeing green grass under snow. At least, that's how I feel.
Today at the park we met some superfun dogs called Jenny and Sam. I got a couple shots of everydog playing together, but none that really stood out to me. Maybe their dad will read this and let me catch up with them some other time, when I'm not preoccupied with my own dogs and also trying not to drop my baby- oh, I mean new lens- in the slush.
Speaking of slush- seriously! All that snow we got this week is melting and I think it all drains into the field where we play. Little Dude Coco came walking with us today and he almost needed floaties to stay above the insane meltiness.
Since I didn't get pictures I loved today, I thought I'd leave you with one from this summer that just makes me smile and feel all warm inside.
3 comments:
What do you do, carry business cards with your blog address on them for all the random people you meet and photograph at dog parks?
And if you want to talk about slush, try hiking through what was 3 feet of snow but is now a melting mass of rained upon snow. Blech.
No, but that's not a bad idea. I rely on people's extraordinary memories. I really don't run into many accidental shootings (!!); Ginger and Daisy, for instance, were scheduled, and Fling et. al. are part our regular Tuesday meet-up crew.
I just spent an hour reading and looking at your blog.
It's incredible.
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